Wayne and I flew from Orlando to Seattle last Friday.  A friendly woman sat next to me at the gate while we were waiting to board our plane.  When she asked me where I was from and I told her Port Orchard, she immediately exclaimed there was a famous writer who lived there.  She’d never read any of her books, but she’d just picked one up at the airport.  She said it sounded like a good story and decided to give her a try, and wondered if I knew her.

Surprise, surprise, I did know her!  It was one of those moments I used to fantasize about when I was newly published.